My bones lay scattered on the ashes of time
as my world, withered, decays;
With remnants of a soul
that once walked these plains
in search of a reason to stay.
Suspended in conscious,
thought of a world,
I walk these plains while dreaming;
In darkness that inhabits
my body of dust,
while I haunt this world of the living.
Your light that once
lit my self,
lingers in unconscious thought;
Consumed by greed and rage and lust
and the righteous battles we’ve fought.
My guitar once rang, the chords of solace,
she played and danced a melody.
Sings violence now, distorted her tone
My symphony in drop D.
My journey in darkness that’s just begun
I fall and stumble across
I promise to carry my bones along
and rise with the phoenix of loss.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar